Saturday, September 15, 2007
a broken circle
our wedding rings.
We went to the jeweler, Bob dropped his ring off there, mine is in my purse in a small white envelope.
Bob's ring sliced itself apart, severed in a clean thin line. It will be put back together and returned to him.
Mine I had them cut off me, poison oak is swelling my fingers, and it was so tight, and binding I was in pain.
It is odd that neither one of us is wearing our wedding ring today, that they wont be on us for several days (at the very least).
We both have white bands now, from tan lines, in place of our rings, I suppose we look like cheaters, who have taken our rings off for the day. I think it is odd that it would happen like that, both of our rings off at the same time. Bob has taken his off from time to time, while cooking, working in the yard, painting, but I haven't, mine has always been on me.
The symbolism of his ring breaking itself apart bothers me.
A severed circle.
Without mine on, I thought I would feel comfortable and free, but my finger still hurts, still itches and is swollen, and the callous below it, from having the ring dig into my hand while I do yard work, still hurts too.